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thecapitol2014-09-23 12:13 am
reallynow) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-23 12:13 am
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Who| Jolie and Steve
What| It's not a safe day to be a Capitolite- rebellion confessions and blackout snogging
Where| Tribute Tower
When| During the Eva-lution
Warnings/Notes| Kissing!?
It's been a hell of a night so far, but Jolie expected no less. People are going balls out crazy, the Capitol is struggling to get the upperhand and Jolie is stuck somewhere in between. She made the choice to side with the tributes long ago, when they'd showed her unconditional amounts of concern when they owed her fuck all. When the Capitol was targeting people around her and she realised that her life isn't as safe or as valuable as she envisioned it was. The time to step up came and she took it, but now she can't help being scared. More scared, that is. She'd been scared since she agreed to help, since they singled out Stephen and missed her and now that Capitolites might as well have targets painted on their backs. She needs to play the field to alleviate suspicion, so she's aware that she looks complicit in the oppression of tributes and districts and anyone who wasn't born into the luxury of the Capitol.
This isn't a safe place to be right now, especially not head to toe in drag of all things. It isn't like she's had a chance to change between trying to confess her seditious leanings to her Pro-Capitol friend while both helping and avoiding people stuck in the chaos. Her heels have long since been abandoned while she slinks through the halls, looking for someone she knows and can stick with rather than trying to brave this alone. She hitches her skirt up and marches along like she isn't afraid of anything, coincidentally finding just the kind of person you want to be around when you need a shoulder to lean on. Or hide behind. Whatever. She knows that ass anywhere, so she's trotting toward it with gusto.
"Hey, honey." She tries not to sound too frantic. "Keeping out of trouble?" The smile she gives him is more than a little dubious, the brand on his face makes it pretty obvious he's incapable of doing that, but she's going to loop arms with him anyway.
What| It's not a safe day to be a Capitolite- rebellion confessions and blackout snogging
Where| Tribute Tower
When| During the Eva-lution
Warnings/Notes| Kissing!?
It's been a hell of a night so far, but Jolie expected no less. People are going balls out crazy, the Capitol is struggling to get the upperhand and Jolie is stuck somewhere in between. She made the choice to side with the tributes long ago, when they'd showed her unconditional amounts of concern when they owed her fuck all. When the Capitol was targeting people around her and she realised that her life isn't as safe or as valuable as she envisioned it was. The time to step up came and she took it, but now she can't help being scared. More scared, that is. She'd been scared since she agreed to help, since they singled out Stephen and missed her and now that Capitolites might as well have targets painted on their backs. She needs to play the field to alleviate suspicion, so she's aware that she looks complicit in the oppression of tributes and districts and anyone who wasn't born into the luxury of the Capitol.
This isn't a safe place to be right now, especially not head to toe in drag of all things. It isn't like she's had a chance to change between trying to confess her seditious leanings to her Pro-Capitol friend while both helping and avoiding people stuck in the chaos. Her heels have long since been abandoned while she slinks through the halls, looking for someone she knows and can stick with rather than trying to brave this alone. She hitches her skirt up and marches along like she isn't afraid of anything, coincidentally finding just the kind of person you want to be around when you need a shoulder to lean on. Or hide behind. Whatever. She knows that ass anywhere, so she's trotting toward it with gusto.
"Hey, honey." She tries not to sound too frantic. "Keeping out of trouble?" The smile she gives him is more than a little dubious, the brand on his face makes it pretty obvious he's incapable of doing that, but she's going to loop arms with him anyway.
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It's hard to be afraid when you have someone like Steve, a known pillar of strength and justice and basically everything that opposes the Capitol, backing you up all the way. Yet, it's scary that she even needs that and it's scary that she could turn him down and get him in more trouble. There's a lot to be worried about, but in the wake of what she's realising just how liberating it is to tell someone. Now two people know, two more than Lonestar and Stephen. If she goes missing, someone will know what happened and maybe, just maybe, there's a glimmer of a chance that she'll be saved as well.
Her nose crinkles when he calls her kid, clearly a little thrown by someone who looks to be much younger than her using a term like that. It brings a small smile to her face and she lets out a faint laugh, a little overwhelmed for words for the moment. She can't help it, when he smiles like that she's a little bit like a moth drawing towards a light. She tilts her chin up, as if in challenge, leveling a sly look on him.
"Well, when you put it that way.." She trails off, leaning up to press a decidedly chaste kiss to the corner of Steve's mouth. It's casual, but it lingers just a little.